While Tony untangles himself, Justin twists up the marshmallow bag and tosses the chocolate into a Ziploc bag, shutting it with ease before tossing everything else in the duffel bag and zipping it up. He looks at the extended hand, grins, reaches out to kiss his knuckles, and promptly puts the strap of the bag in it instead.
"One of the parts of the Smokey the Bear preventing forest fires pledge is: To make sure any fire that I or my friends create is properly and completely extinguished before moving on." Quickly, before Tony thinks Justin is some sort of camping god that he most assuredly is not, he adds to it. "I had to look it up to make sure I was doing it right. I've just got to put it out before we leave it. I mean, I'm sure it won't grow or anything—hell, it's dying quickly—but, you know, for your first time, I want to do it all right. So, it's, uh. It's pretty simple."
He doesn't take any more time explaining, instead standing up and flipping the top of the cooler open. There's a slender bottle of sparkling white grape juice, two glasses for it, two bottles of water, and a gallon of water. A Ziploc bag rests in it, too, and there's a variety of things, including a pair of gloves. He eyes the juice for a moment as he puts the basic latex gloves on—he meant to bring it out, to pop it open. They could have their own little New Year's toast, but he'd apparently forgotten all about it. He hesitates at it for a moment, unsure if Tony actually wanted it, but then he moves around it to withdraw the gallon and open it.
"Basically, you just make sure all the embers are dead. All of them. If you can touch the area and it's cold and wet, good. If you touch it and it's burning hot, then bad. Try again."
Without further ado, Justin squats and takes to pouring the water around in short amounts to get the entirety of it, which causes it to hiss and steam. It's only when he's dispatched the flames entirely that he starts using more water, and the ground is mushy and muddy by the time he's finished it off. He doesn't want to get his hands muddy, and he doesn't want to burn his fingers if he can help it. Maybe it's a little odd that he's got gloves on. Maybe it makes him seem like less of a man. But if he can get out of without getting burned, then that's what he'll do.
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"One of the parts of the Smokey the Bear preventing forest fires pledge is: To make sure any fire that I or my friends create is properly and completely extinguished before moving on." Quickly, before Tony thinks Justin is some sort of camping god that he most assuredly is not, he adds to it. "I had to look it up to make sure I was doing it right. I've just got to put it out before we leave it. I mean, I'm sure it won't grow or anything—hell, it's dying quickly—but, you know, for your first time, I want to do it all right. So, it's, uh. It's pretty simple."
He doesn't take any more time explaining, instead standing up and flipping the top of the cooler open. There's a slender bottle of sparkling white grape juice, two glasses for it, two bottles of water, and a gallon of water. A Ziploc bag rests in it, too, and there's a variety of things, including a pair of gloves. He eyes the juice for a moment as he puts the basic latex gloves on—he meant to bring it out, to pop it open. They could have their own little New Year's toast, but he'd apparently forgotten all about it. He hesitates at it for a moment, unsure if Tony actually wanted it, but then he moves around it to withdraw the gallon and open it.
"Basically, you just make sure all the embers are dead. All of them. If you can touch the area and it's cold and wet, good. If you touch it and it's burning hot, then bad. Try again."
Without further ado, Justin squats and takes to pouring the water around in short amounts to get the entirety of it, which causes it to hiss and steam. It's only when he's dispatched the flames entirely that he starts using more water, and the ground is mushy and muddy by the time he's finished it off. He doesn't want to get his hands muddy, and he doesn't want to burn his fingers if he can help it. Maybe it's a little odd that he's got gloves on. Maybe it makes him seem like less of a man. But if he can get out of without getting burned, then that's what he'll do.
"Yeah, okay. We're good to go. Darling."